The youngest of the bunch. My 4-and-a-half-year-old son who we lovingly refer to as “Bozo”. He farts at the dinner table and does goofy things with his face like Jim Carey. He’s also my superhero who can always be found jumping off the arm of the couch while making explosion sounds. His love knows no bounds and I’d like to learn to love that big too.
My older son we’ve nicknamed Si. He’s 6-years-old. He’s empathic, sensitive, responsible and has the work ethic of a mule. It’s actually kind of weird. He literally looks for work to do. He could be in the middle of a tantrum and all you’d have to say is, “Hey Si, I need your help with something” and he’d be up and by your side in an instant. Every morning he sneaks into bed with me to snuggle and it’s my favorite time of the day.
My husband. Oh, my husband. The goofiest of them all. This man makes me laugh on a daily basis. He keeps things light and I keep things focused. Together, we’ve been able to hang in there quite well through all of this Marriage and Parenthood stuff.
And then there’s me. I’m kissing our dog because she’s the only other girl in the house too and we girls really need to stick together.